Show Me What You Can Do
by Atara Stein
Copyright (c) 1996



To Ruth, who can make even vanilla taste like chocolate.



Oh, Oh baby, you can walk, you can talk just like me.
You can walk, you can talk just like me.
You can look, tell me what you see.
You can look, you won't see nothing like me
     if you look around the world

Oh, baby you can walk, you can talk just like me.
With a little practice, you can walk like, talk just like me.
If that's what you wanna do.
Well, you can look, you'll walk in circles around me.
But first, I'll walk in circles 'round you.
But first, I'll walk around the world.

I'm walking 'round the world
I . . . you can.
I'll walk in circles around you.
But first, show me what you can do.
--Talking Heads, "Thank You for Sending Me an Angel," "More 
Songs About Buildings and Food," Sire Records (1978)




Was it going to be her fate over and over again to come *this* 
close to finding a way to get home and then have it slip out of 
her grasp?  With a snap of the finger or the wink of an eye, he 
could have sent them safely back to Federation space.  What an 
odd being he was, she mused.  On the surface, so seemingly 
frivolous.  She had to giggle at the thought of him appearing in 
her bed wearing that ridiculous nightcap.  If that was what 
passed for seduction among the Q, then she certainly didn't envy 
them.  Yet he wasn't entirely frivolous.  He had pursued the 
case against Quinn with a determined weariness, as if he didn't 
believe itself, but felt he had to fulfill a duty.  And then to 
go and provide Quinn with the means to kill himself, apparently 
understanding in a way she really could not how intolerable 
mortal life was for the formerly immortal and omnipotent being.
It *was* suicide Quinn wanted, not mortality.  After Quinn's 
death, Q had departed, apparently ready to resume his rebellion 
against the Continuum.
Yet why couldn't he simply send Voyager home?

She wished she had paid more attention to Captain Picard's 
reports about Q's visits to the Enterprise.  She had skimmed 
them, but even so there always seemed to be something missing, 
something haunting Picard's carefully composed text, but not 
appearing in it.  Had Q been in the habit of paying bedtime 
visits to Picard in absurd nightclothes?  She laughed aloud at 
the image.  She could just imagine Picard's reaction.  But what 
was Q all about?  He had exposed the Enterprise to the Borg, 
rescuing them only after the deaths of several crewmen.  He had 
helped Picard save humanity by solving a puzzle the Continuum 
had posed, at least according to Picard's account--there was no 
verifiable record of the events Picard described.  And hadn't he 
brought Picard back from death and taken him into the past or 
something?  That had been the most cryptic of Picard's accounts-
-what had the entity done to him?  Again the thought pressed 
forward in Janeway's mind--with all that power, why couldn't Q 
simply send Voyager home?

Janeway blinked as the image of Earth filled her mind's eye, 
just as he had projected it outside her viewport.  And Mark . . . 
would she ever see Mark again?  It had been two years; as far as 
Mark was concerned, she might as well be dead.  There was no 
reason to think he would remain faithful to her.  She had no 
intention of being disloyal, but she couldn't help missing the 
feel of a warm body enfolded in hers . . .  She thought of the 
look of desire in Chakotay's eyes, a desire she couldn't help 
reciprocating, but she couldn't bring herself to complicate 
their working relationship that way.  Foolish perhaps, but it 
was a line she wasn't ready to cross.  But she was so lonely at 
night . . .  Her thoughts returned to Q as the slightest of 
smiles glinted in her eyes--what *would* it be like with an 
omnipotent being?  "Stop it, Kathryn!" she muttered aloud to 
herself.  She then looked upwards and snapped, "Why the hell 
can't you send us home?"

"You called, milady?" said a voice suddenly, as the form of Q 
appeared before her in a burst of light, kneeling on one knee 
and bending to kiss her hand.

A slight electrical quiver went through her at the touch of his 
lips, but then Janeway yanked her hand away in disgust.  *This 
isn't a bloody romance novel,* she rebuked herself.  "Q, do 
please get up," she said wearily.
"You look ridiculous--if I wanted chivalry and romance, I'd be 
on the holodeck."

"Something milady knows a lot about, undoubtedly," replied Q 
lightly as he stood up and leaned, his arms crossed, against the 
wall, while sweeping Janeway's body with his eyes, deliberately 
allowing them to rest on her raised nipples as they showed 
through her pink silk nightgown.

Janeway considered whether there was any point in crossing her 
arms over her breasts, but realized it would simply give Q an 
advantage, then bit her lip and sighed.  "Fantasy is important 
for humans.  It allows us to explore avenues in our imaginations 
that we either can't or don't even want to pursue in reality."

"But *I* can provide you with realities beyond your wildest 
dreams, Kathy.
I like you.  You have an energy about you that's very appealing.  
I haven't been nearly so interested in a human since . . . .  
Well, never mind.  Why don't you let me show you a good time?"

"I'm not interested in a good time!" snapped Janeway.  Then, 
slowly and deliberately, with a steely edge to her voice, she 
continued, "What I want is to go home.  As enticing as exploring 
this quadrant is, it's not healthy for my crew to be completely 
cut off from those they love, and I'd like the opportunity to 
report on what we've found out here.  Why can't you send us 
home?"

Q sighed, then walked over to Janeway's couch and sat down, 
patting the seat next to him.  She walked over cautiously, then 
sat as far away as she could.  "The least I can do is give you 
an explanation," began Q seriously.
"Since the business with my late colleague, I've been looking 
into your situation out here.  As far as I'm concerned, I have 
no problem with taking you home.  But I can't."  He actually 
winced slightly as the brief gleam of hope died out of Janeway's 
face.  "You weren't simply brought here to protect the Ocampa 
from the Kazon.  And you're not being kept here out of sheer 
perversity.  The Caretaker didn't act alone; or rather, he did, 
but he consulted with others.  The Q and the Caretaker's species 
are not the only quasi-omnipotent species around.  There are 
*beings* out here more powerful and more amorphous than us; *I* 
can't get a handle on them.   All I've been able to find out is 
that you're out here for a reason; your presence is necessary in 
this part of the galaxy for a variety of reasons, both political 
and cultural.  These *beings* probably determined that bringing 
in a new element was the *least* obtrusive and disruptive means 
of effecting the changes they want.  If I sent you home, Kathy, 
they would yank another Federation ship out here, one without 
your knowledge and experiences.  I'm truly sorry, Captain," 
finished Q as he noticed the tears rising in Janeway's eyes.

She blinked, furious with herself--she must be exhausted to be 
so emotionally on edge so frequently.  "Does that mean we'll 
never get home?" she asked in a strained voice.

"I can't say.  I imagine that when the powers that be determine 
that your work here is finished, they'll send you home.  But I 
don't have the power to interfere without creating even worse 
consequences."

Janeway's hands twisted together, and in sheer frustration, she 
snapped, "Why should I trust you?  You're the one who exposed us 
to the Borg!"

Light flared, and Q was suddenly across the room, pacing 
furiously.  "The Borg again!" he exclaimed.  "Do *all* humans 
have such limited understanding?  I expected more of you, Kathy.  
Look, I got in a whole lot of hot water, and it was really 
*most* unpleasant for me, for giving your puny little species 
the warning I did.  Don't you realize that without the 
Enterprise's prior experience with the Borg, your entire species 
would have been wiped out?  As well as most humanoid species in 
this quadrant?  It wouldn't have happened that soon, but it 
would have happened.  The Borg were coming no matter what, and 
the Continuum was not inclined to interfere to protect a species 
had shown so little promise so far.  Yes, a lot of people died.  
If I could have prevented that I would have, but I wasn't 
allowed to interfere *at all*.  I will be honest and admit that 
most human life doesn't mean all that much to me; I can't get 
all sentimental and start lamenting the deaths at Wolf 359 for 
you in order to prove to you what a good-hearted and benevolent 
being I am.  I'm not.  But I *do* develop a . . . fondness for 
individuals of inferior species.  If you had *any* idea what 
seeing Picard's ordeal was like for me, when I was not allowed 
to help him . . ." Q trailed off, realizing he had just left 
himself open.

Janeway smiled gently and crossed the room toward the entity.  
"I'm sorry, Q.  I do believe you, and I'll admit I hadn't 
thought about the Borg invasion in that way.  It didn't occur to 
me how difficult it must have been for you.  I feel frustrated 
when it's not in my power to help my crew.
To have the power and not be permitted to use to help someone 
you care about must be horrible."  She briefly laid a hand on 
his shoulder.

Q's eyes darkened, and his eyebrows lowered.  "Ah, now that I've 
shown a weakness, Captain Janeway's heart melts, and I've 
finally piqued her interest.  Do spare me those big eyes 
brimming in sympathy, Captain.  *I* don't need it."

"You know perfectly well you 'piqued' my interest, as you put it, 
the first time I saw you," retorted Janeway.  "I just didn't 
think it would be wise to act on it.  And you may not want 
sympathy from a being as inferior as myself, but it's becoming 
more evident to me, just how much you need it." Janeway had to 
admit she was enjoying herself, even as she suspected that it 
might be a dangerous game to be needling an omnipotent being 
about his weaknesses and vulnerabilities.

Her suspicion was right.  She found herself pinned by an 
invisible force against the wall, arms behind her back, while Q 
roughly grasped her waist with one hand and a handful of hair 
with the other.  "I think *I*'m the expert on who needs what 
here,  Madame Captain," he half-growled, "and you've been 
needing *this* for a *long* time," he added, punctuating his 
remark with by pulling Janeway's head into position with a yank 
of her hair, and kissing her hard.

When he broke his mouth from hers, he was stunned.  Janeway 
burst into peals of mocking laughter.  He was so surprised he 
released his invisible hold on her, and she easily wriggled out 
of his slackening hands.  "Q, you really are too much!" she 
gasped in between laughs.  "Do you have any *more* romance 
clichés you wish to perpetuate on me?  What are you going to do 
next?  Slap my cheek and throw me over your shoulder or just rip 
open my bodice with no more preliminaries?"  She collapsed on 
her sofa still laughing.  "The Starfleet uniform will never do.  
You really should be wearing a black velvet cape and throw it 
dramatically over your shoulder." She paused, then added, "the 
eyebrows are about right though."  Underneath her facetious 
demeanor, Janeway was still quaking inside from that kiss.
It *had* been heartstopping, breathtaking, earthshaking, and any 
number of other clichés come to life, and she knew there was no 
concealing her arousal from him, but Janeway's amusement at Q's 
melodramatic behavior was genuine.  What she had no idea about, 
of course, was what he'd do next.

Q had been listening to Janeway in utter surprise, his eyes wide 
in amazement.  When she got to the cape and the eyebrows, his 
sense of humor overpowered his resentment, and he burst out 
laughing in delight.  "Oh, excellent, Captain, excellent!" he 
exclaimed, clapping his hands.  "You win, touché, I surrender 
absolutely.  Tell me, please, how a lowly entity such as myself 
can pay tribute to your Exaltedness."

At this point they both started giggling in shared amusement and 
mutual respect.  Janeway thought fast.  It *had* been a long 
time, and that kiss had only increased her curiosity.  Feeling 
both reckless and flattered at Q's attention, as well as 
reassured by his response to her mockery, she made up her mind.  
"Come here," she demanded.

"Yes, *ma'am*" replied Q, with a wide grin.

"Now, if you're going to seduce me, you're going to have to do 
it right," explained Janeway, as she ticked off items with her 
fingers.  "I want champagne, flowers, and . . . oh, of course, 
chocolate."

"How about a candlelight dinner for two?" rejoined Q, getting 
into the spirit of things.

"As long as Neelix isn't preparing it," answered the Captain.

In a moment, the room was ablaze with flowers everywhere a vase 
could fit, and a cloth-covered table appeared, set to perfection 
with fine china, crystal glassware, and silver.  Wine, an 
exquisite salad, beef filets with a Roquefort sauce to die for, 
whipped potatoes that melted on the tongue, and perfectly 
grilled vegetables, all tastefully arranged on each plate.
After Janeway recovered from her rapture at the prospect of good 
food in such a spectacular setting, she and Q conversed as they 
ate, as he related some of his more innocuous encounters with 
other species and queried her about her career.  It was 
nonetheless evident from Q's account that both his methods and 
motives for interfering with other species were more than 
questionable, from Janeway's perspective.  "You know," she said 
both thoughtfully and teasingly, "you're not a very nice 
person."

"No, I'm not," admitted Q.  "First of all, I don't know if I 
qualify as what you would consider a person, and I'm definitely 
not nice.  *But* you've earned my respect and more, and I won't 
harm you."

"No, you'll just throw me against walls and impose yourself on 
me without my consent!" snapped Janeway, but with a light edge 
of humor in her voice.

"Well, Kathy, you should know better than to provoke an 
omnipotent entity with no scruples.  You were going out of your 
way to ask for trouble, and I obliged."

"Yes, 'obliging' is definitely the first word I would think of 
to describe you, Q," returned Janeway with amusement.

"Well, I can be when I *want* to be, Kathy.  Now about those 
chocolates you wanted . . ."

In a burst of light, Janeway found herself sitting on her sofa.  
The dinner table had vanished, only to be replaced by a small 
gleaming table immediately in front of her.  The table held a 
bottle of champagne, two glasses, and a small silver tray 
bearing utterly exquisite looking chocolates.  Q bowed grandly 
and asked, "May I join you, Madame Captain?"

"Certainly."

"Allow me," said Q, sitting down near the Captain, picking up a 
chocolate, and raising it to her lips.  She bit it in half 
neatly, then moaned happily at the taste.  As he placed the 
second bite between her lips, he felt her tongue deliberately 
circle the tip of his finger.  Thinking quickly, he left his 
fingers near her mouth, and when she finished the candy, she 
leaned forward to lick his fingers clean.  "Are you always this 
easy, Captain?" asked Q, more than mildly surprised.

Janeway leaned back, raised her eyebrows, considered briefly, 
than replied evenly, "As a matter of fact, I'm not.  You should 
be flattered."

"Actually, I *am*," said Q, his eyes dancing with delight.  He 
had expected her to be interesting, but not *this* interesting.  
Most humans he tried to seduce usually melted into an 
overwhelmed and compliant puddle at the first sign of his 
intentions or, at any rate, the first touch.  Those that didn't, 
like that tramp Vash, for instance, he thought with disgust, 
intrigued him probably far more than they deserved to, but 
Janeway was different.  Not only was she meeting him point for 
point, but she had a strength and an energy and a thoughtfulness 
that appealed to him.  Not to mention a sense of humor, unlike 
another Starship Captain he could mention.
Well, Picard did have sense of humor, but you had to move heaven 
and earth to get him to reveal it . . .



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Atara Stein ____
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"I moaned and squeezed my rubber ducks."--Kitty Tsui, "vanilla 
and strawberries" in Breathless



Here's Part 2:

Janeway interrupted his musings by declaring, "My turn!" and 
holding up a chocolate to the entity's mouth.  She fed it to him, 
and he reciprocated by lavishing attention on her fingers with 
his tongue.  While Janeway admired the curve of his lips, she 
asked, "Can you taste that?"

"Yes, of course.  I can experience the full range of sensations 
a human body does, or I can suppress them selectively.  I've 
discovered quite a weakness for good food, but fortunately, I 
don't have to deal with actually *digesting* it."

"Yes, that *would* be intolerable," remarked Janeway 
sarcastically, but still smiling.  She assumed Q's campy 
fastidiousness was as much of an act as his overbearing hyper-
masculinity.  It had been easy enough to dismiss his sexist 
comments about female captains on his first visit to Voyager, 
since it was obvious he was playing a game and doing so in an 
extremely broad fashion obviously not meant to be taken 
seriously.  If she had actually been foolish enough to take his 
bait, she could just imagine the consequences.

"Honestly," drawled Q, "I don't know how you humans stand being 
the slave of your bodily functions."

"Well, it's not as though we have much choice . . . and there 
are other bodily functions I would hate to give up," answered 
Janeway with a grin.

"Ah, but I can partake of those without being subject to the 
others.  Best of both worlds," remarked Q while picking up 
another chocolate.
Conversation soon dwindled as Captain and entity fed each other 
chocolates and sips of champagne, flirting and laughing all the 
while.  Q placed the last piece of chocolate between his teeth, 
while enunciating perfectly clearly, "You're going to have come 
and get it."  Janeway leaned forward, and as she bit off half 
the candy, Q pulled her into a chocolaty kiss.
Their tongues twined strenuously around each other, as they 
passed bits of melting chocolate back and forth between their 
mouths.   When they parted for air, Q flicked his wrist, 
cleaning both of their faces, then pulled Janeway close again.  
She knew she'd feel guilty later, but right now the sensation of 
a hard, warm body was too compelling, and the pulses of energy 
that seemed to emit from wherever Q touched her made her even 
more curious about what he could do.  Q's fingers trailed down 
her spine to her ass, pulsing energy all the way, until he 
cupped one buttock firmly in order to pull her closer to him.  
She felt his voice warm in her ear as he said, "I can take you 
anywhere, Captain.  Tell me, what can I do for you?"

"My ship . . ." she hesitated.

"Not to worry," reassured Q, his hand slowly caressing her 
buttocks in wide circles.  "I can take us to a kind of pocket of 
time, another dimension actually, where time will pass for us, 
but not here.  You'll only be gone from Voyager for an instant, 
not long enough for the computer to register your 
disappearance."  Janeway's eyes widened, and Q continued, 
stroking her hair.  "You *can* trust me, Kathy.  I won't force 
you if you don't want to go; in fact, I'll leave the second you 
tell me to.  I'm not interested in rape; I mean, it's just *so* 
gauche.  I want you, but only if you're willing."

His voice simultaneously soothed and teased, flowing over and 
around her body like a warm bath that somehow raised goosebumps 
on her skin.  It was one of the most tactile voices she had ever 
heard.  *C'mon,* she said to herself, *you made your decision 
already.  Stop playing games.*  She nodded.

"Where do you want to go, Kathy?  Nineteenth-century England?  
The purple lakes of Rydal IV?  The ancient underwater city of 
Mara? . . . "

Janeway's eyes glowed with anticipation.  "Somewhere . . . out 
there," she breathed, gesturing out her viewport.

"Of course," laughed Q.  "Nothing too good for Kathryn Janeway.  
She shall have the *best*.  You won't regret this, Captain."

A moment later Janeway found herself floating in the midst of 
what seemed to be a vast swirling interstellar cloud.  It 
rippled, swirled, and danced in ribbons of undulating colors, 
purples, magentas, greens, silvers, crimsons, aquas, and more, 
above, beneath, and all around her.  In all her years with 
Starfleet, she had never seen anything so breathtakingly 
beautiful, and she had certainly never been inside anything like 
this unprotected.  "How? . . . " she began to ask, realizing 
that she was on her back, with her head on Q's lap, and he was 
"sitting up" with his hands resting lightly on the sides of her 
head.

"I'm providing air and regulating the temperature.  You're 
perfectly safe, Kathy.  Do you like it?" asked Q, in an almost 
wistful voice.

"Do I *like* it?  Oh, Q, there are no words.  It's magnificent 
beyond my wildest imagination.  Where are we?"

"Ah, always the scientist.  We're near the edge of the galaxy in 
a region Starfleet won't reach in your lifetime.  Impressive, 
isn't it?"  She could only nod, her eyes wide.  "Now just relax, 
Kathy, while I take you for the ride of your life."

Again a nod, with the eyes widening even more.  This was so 
totally outside the realm of her experience that she had no 
context, and there was nothing she could do.  With her head 
settled between Q's hands, and her eyes gazing on the 
spectacular sight all around her, she began to feel her 
nightgown rippling around her body, as with a volition of its 
own.  The silk caressed the insides of her thighs, rustled up 
and down her back and buttocks, and alternately tightened upon 
and released her nipples with a maddeningly light touch, while a 
small fold wiggled between her labia to flutter delicately 
against her clit.  She arched her neck backward, and Q began 
slowly stroking the underside of her neck with his fingers, 
while continuing to orchestrate the movements of Janeway's 
nightgown.  After what seemed like an eternity of this teasing, 
he bent over to kiss her, his tongue probing her mouth with 
exquisite deliberateness, while she felt her nightgown slowly 
slipping down her body.  She was naked, Q's tongue still in her 
mouth, and she had a brief moment of panic, along the lines of, 
*Oh, my God, I'm naked, floating in a cloud somewhere on the 
edge of the galaxy, and I'm being made love to by an omnipotent 
entity I hardly know*.

She then felt Q's voice inside her mind, saying, *Didn't your 
mother warn you about getting naked in space with omnipotent 
entities you've only just met?*  Janeway would have laughed, 
except for the tongue still exploring her mouth, and Q added, 
*You really don't need to worry.*

*Sure, I don't* she thought to herself, but gave herself up to 
the sensations.  Q released her mouth, then moved so he was 
lying alongside her, his head propped ridiculously on one elbow.  
He began waving his free hand in a swaying motion over her body, 
as a new series of sensations flowed over her.  At first she 
felt a myriad of feather-light fingertips, lips, and tongues 
caressing her face and neck and toying with her hair, combing 
through it or twining a long strand around an invisible finger.
Janeway closed her eyes, reveling in the luxury of being touched 
so lightly and expertly in so many places at once.  Each touch 
seemed distinct, from a tongue tracing along her eyelid to a 
pair of fingertips tracing the curve of her cheek.  Q was 
pulling out all the stops, both respecting her enough to make a 
really good impression and enjoying the power to control what 
she was feeling so precisely.  At the same time, he had allowed 
her to continue seeing the light show around them inside her 
head, except the colors now flowed and pulsed according to her 
body's level of arousal, stimulating her brain in a way she'd 
never before experienced.

Light fingertips then slid up and down the insides of her arms, 
pausing with each trip to draw circles in the palms of her hands.  
Janeway sighed in ecstasy.  Normally such light touches would 
tickle, but Q was monitoring her responses so minutely that he 
applied just enough pressure for the sensation to feel delicious 
rather than irritating.  Even when the fingertips ran down her 
sides they still felt good.  Next her back and belly came in for 
attention.  One set of fingertips swept around her belly in 
large easy circles, just skimming over her skin, while several 
sets of thumbs massaged her back from beneath, also circling, 
but with a considerably firmer touch.  Janeway arched her back, 
exhaling in delight.
"You have a gift," she murmured abstractedly.

"Yes, my sweet, I'm omnipotent, remember?" drawled Q, as he 
turned his attention to her legs and feet.  First a pair of 
hands administered an expert foot massage, stroking and pressing 
on the heels, arches, and balls of her feet.  Then the hands 
moved up to massage her calves with deeply probing fingers, then 
finally, began attending to her thighs with light full strokes 
with the entire hands.  It didn't escape Q that Janeway was 
becoming more and more aroused.  As he read her body's energy 
patterns, her nipples were humming with need, and the thighs 
that his invisible hands stroked were slick with wetness.  
"You'll have to be patient, Kathy," murmured the entity, as he 
remained floating next her, still lightly swaying one hand over 
her body.

"I don't have much choice, do I?" she muttered, but with a smile.  
What was happening to her was much too good to rush.  Part of 
her wanted to remain out her floating in space being stroked and 
caressed and made love to forever.  The hands moved from her 
thighs to her ass, continuing to tease her with featherlight 
touches, although these had a kind of tingling heat that came 
along with them that penetrated to her muscles.  Finally, Q's 
attention turned to her breasts.  Hot, tingling fingers drew 
large circles around each breast, narrowing until they reached 
her nipples.  Then, for what seemed like hours, she felt each 
nipple being slowly circled by what felt like a finger and a 
tongue at the same time.  The tongue felt icy, as if it had just 
been licking an ice cube, and the finger was hot, and the 
combination was utterly delicious and maddening.  Janeway's 
nipples erupted in a slow, icy burn which traveled in electrical 
pulses straight to her cunt.  Q amused himself by watching the 
energy pulses emitted by the contracting muscles of her cunt, 
while he continued his slow stimulation of her nipples.

She moaned and arched, completely swept away by sensation, half-
wanting to let this torment continue forever and half wanting to 
come *right now*.  Q took his time, giving each nipple an 
occasional light twist, and watching how they seemed to get 
harder and harder.  Janeway was, by this point, absolutely 
dripping between her legs, and he couldn't resist moving on to 
the coup de grace.  "And now," he whispered, "since you've been 
so good during dinner, I'll let you have dessert."

"Asshole," she muttered, and was rewarded with a sharp tweak of 
each nipple and a grin from Q.

"You know," he replied evenly, "I don't think I've had a single 
lover in my entire lifetime who didn't call me that or the 
equivalent at *some* point or another.  It's a record I'm rather 
proud of."

"You would be," retorted Janeway, than gasped sharply.  A hot 
vibrating sensation began to throb against her clit.  
"Ohhhh . . . " she moaned.

"Like that, don't you, Kathy?"

"Of . . . course . . . I  . . . do!" she gasped.

"Good girl," noted Q, as the vibrations moved into her cunt and 
after a few more moments into her ass.  The vibrations were 
precisely tuned to her body's responses.  Her ass and her cunt 
were filled with sensation, and her clit pulsed in a maddening 
dance with the throbbing pressure Q was exerting.  The 
sensations built up ever so slowly, matching each increase in 
Janeway's level of arousal, vibrating hotter and faster and more 
vigorously.

"Unngghh," she growled.  "Now . . . I . . . know . . . what . . . 
Keats . .
. meant . . . by . . . a . . . throbbing . . . star," she gasped 
in between groans and pants.  Her clit, cunt, and asshole were 
all thrumming and burning with sensation, and the colors and 
lights in her head pulsed and whirled more brightly, and her 
body arched more and more tautly, and her legs spread wider and 
wider as she drew them up toward her chest, and she panted and 
groaned with concentration, and the vibrations increased, until 
a firestorm erupted in her groin, and she shrieked, as 
shuddering waves of orgasm cascaded through her body again and 
again.  "Now, damn it!  I want you now!" she demanded when she 
had her breath back, and the shuddering began to decrease.

"My pleasure," said Q, and he was over her, gathering her into 
his arms in a moment.  Their mouths locked together, as she 
sucked his tongue with ferocious pressure.  Her hands were 
grasping his waist, and he shifted so that one hand could grasp 
and squeeze her breast, and the other could reach between her 
legs.  His index finger hooked around her nipple, while he 
pressed against it with his thumb, while at the same time, two 
long fingers traveled back forth along the length of the slick 
region between Janeway's legs.  She gasped and grunted, not 
caring in the least what kinds of sounds she was emitting, 
particularly when two fingers slid inside her cunt, while his 
thumb rubbed furious circles on her clitoris until she came 
again with a shriek.

Only then did he slide inside her.  Janeway had a brief flash of 
enough presence of mind to reflect, *Of course, he would create 
himself well-endowed,* then returned her concentration to the 
activities at hand.
She wrapped her legs around his back, but he shifted and pulled 
them so they were draped over his shoulders.  "Yessss!" she 
grunted from between clenched teeth.  His hands were locked on 
her hips, his long fingers spread over her ass, and their bodies 
collided with furious urgency.  Q, to be fair, had not 
suppressed his human body's sensations, and watching Kathryn's 
responses to what he was doing to her had left him more than 
eager to get some release himself.  She felt his body tensing as 
his cock moved in and out of her faster and faster, and she 
smiled in satisfaction as she felt him approaching his climax.  
With a final thrust, he came with a howl, and she came again as 
well, and they came down still locked together, floating in a 
cloud of swirling color.

"I don't want to go back yet," she whispered, curled up against 
him, her head on his chest.

"Greedy wench," returned Q.

"Maybe," returned Janeway.  "But I haven't had a chance to play 
with *you* yet."

"*Well,* said the entity, "since you put it *that* way, play 
away."

Janeway hesitated, "Of course, I don't have your powers."

"Kathy," sighed Q, "if I wanted to fuck someone with my powers 
I'd play with myself or go home to the godawful Continuum.  Hard 
as it is for me to admit, there *are* advantages to this human 
form, and I would *love* to feel you touching me."

She smiled, "Good, because you look delicious."  She maneuvered 
over him, grasping a handful of hair in one hand and pulled his 
head towards hers for a long kiss.  Her tongue darted into his 
mouth, and then she moved back slightly to suck on his lower 
lips.  "You have amazing lips," she remarked.
"I could just eat them."

"You humans are *such* animals," remarked Q, arching his body 
happily.

"Oh, yes," laughed Janeway, as she moved down to take bite 
sharply on one of his nipples while pinching the other.  After 
alternately biting and pinching his nipples, while Q responded 
with gratifying moans, she raked her fingernails down his 
stomach and around to his back and ass, lavishing him with long, 
light scratches.  Noticing his cock beginning to stir, she moved 
down so she was floating between his legs.  She began teasing 
him with her tongue, running it up the underside of his cock and 
twirling it around the head, all the while enjoying the freedom 
of movement that floating gave her for such maneuvers.

While she toyed with his cock with her tongue, she reached up 
and slid two fingers into his mouth.  He sucked and licked them 
vigorously, then she quickly removed them and slid them into his 
ass, just as her mouth closed around his cock.  "You are a 
wicked woman, Madame Captain," muttered Q, and Janeway raised 
her head long enough to wink at him.  She sucked his cock and 
fucked his ass with maddeningly slow deliberateness.  Q could 
have made his body come whenever he wanted, of course, but he 
figured that Janeway had earned fair play on his part . . . for 
*this* encounter at least.  When she felt him writhing close to 
uncontrollably under her ministrations, she withdrew both mouth 
and fingers and straddled him, an interesting sensation in zero-
gravity.

"C'mon, get those legs apart, mister," she teased, and while 
laying one hand flat on his chest, she reached the other behind 
her to slip her fingers back inside his ass.  As she rode him 
slowly, she moved her fingers in the same rhythm, remarking, 
"Fucking in space has its advantages."

"No shit!" gasped Q.  Then, after a pause, he said "Bitch."

"Just turning the tables, my friend.  Now be quiet!"

"Yes, ma'am," replied Q with a smirk, and Janeway winked at him 
again in a moment of deliciously shared complicity.  Then to 
reward him for his subsequent silence, she rode him harder, 
eventually abandoning her teasing of his ass so as to grasp his 
hips and drive him into herself more deeply.
Q could sense that she was getting closer herself and latched 
onto her nipples and clit with three invisible sets of lips, all 
sucking at once.
She fucked him all the harder, until they both came in a 
simultaneous burning, molten, volcanic rush.

As they floated lightly in each other's arms, Janeway murmured 
with a laugh, "You just can't help trying to win, can you, Q?"

"No I can't, Captain, and don't you forget it," whispered Q with 
gleeful menace as he suddenly returned her to her quarters, 
wearing her nightgown, and every hair in place.

"Not very likely, Q, not very likely," mused Janeway aloud, as 
she looked around her quarters with a distinct sense of 
disorientation.  She walked toward her bed as if she was half in 
a trance, then burst out laughing.  On her bed, on a silver tray, 
was a single, perfect chocolate.

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Atara Stein ____
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"I moaned and squeezed my rubber ducks."--Kitty Tsui, "vanilla 
and strawberries" in Breathless